Guys, having y’all gathered in here even cyberly is quite a thing. With all of you still following I feel pressured to say something, but there is nothing, except the last.

I am an alien, unable to feel like people feel. I have no idea of who I am, what I like and how to like. I wear hundreds of thousands of masks, constantly analyzing which one suits the best, creating scenarios and interests that seem to be authentic and human-alike. I am a fraud a footstep away from being caught. I feel only one thing for which I’m not good enough and that I find unbearable to feel at fullest in the rejection.

You guys lit for being humans. Seeking for someone and something, feeling things.

This channel still be active, as I find the idea of having discrete bits of me somewhere in cyberspace dimensions comforting.
Use this channel to laugh at outdated memes or just unfollow. Bye, guys.

В пирамидку встаем

Стоило мне начать motocore добавлять в свой инста, как у всех, на кого я подписана, он начался.
Мне кажется, там алгоритмы на взаимной основе работают и при совпадении определенного количества подписок начинается взаимное проникновение предложений контента.

Если я буду подпищиков называть dawnята, вам как? Леджит вопрос. Клоунов не ставьте, это не оскорбление

Warcore + depression